Chapter 12 A Secret That Could Destroy Everything

• “How dare you, Freya!” Darien raged as he pointed his index finger at the tall and slender woman sitting on a couch with her legs crossed and a glass of red wine in her hand.
• She was dressed in a black knee-length dress and sat on the couch, sipping her wine. Her hair was dark and glossy, and her eyes were piercing blue, giving the impression of a spoiled brat.
• “Has it gotten to the point where you are sending thugs to attack someone just because you want me to marry you, huh?” Darien yelled at her, but there was no trace of fear in her.